| Hold still, my sweet
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| I’m trying to measure the space between
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| Your molar and your jaw
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| This caliper
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| No cause for fear, no, it, it doesn’t hurt
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| It only helps me measure
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| How much skin you have
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| Oh, and the topmost layer of fat
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| But I won’t make an incision
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| 'Till you’re nice and numb
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| Oh, and laughing gas can be so much fun
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| Please don’t doubt my decision
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| This’ll be ooh, this’ll be aah
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| This’ll be absolutely whee
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| This’ll be nice, this’ll be neat
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| And bring you closer to me
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| So don’t you squirm, don’t you fret
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| I’m not gonna hurt you yet
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| I just feel the need to be getting
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| A little of you, a lot of blood-letting
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| I know the sensation you’re probably dreading
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| But cutting you up will be so refreshing for me
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| Refreshing for me, yeah
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| No, don’t you cry
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| And don’t call Miriam, she’s my alibi
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| Oh, let me check your toes out
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| Aren’t your toenails cute
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| And red is such a lovely color on you
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| But you won’t be needing those
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| When you’ve got no knees
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| Or shins, or pinky fingers, or arteries
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| So hold still while I remove them
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| Oh, and don’t fight back
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| I think you’ll find you’re missing the point with that
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| That’s enough out of you
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| And this’ll be ooh, this’ll be aah
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| This’ll be absolutely whee
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| This’ll be nice, this’ll be neat
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| And bring you closer to me
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| So don’t you squirm, don’t you fret
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| I’m not gonna hurt you yet
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| I just feel the need to be getting
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| A little of you, a lot of blood-letting
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| I know the sensation you’re probably dreading
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| But cutting you up will be so refreshing for me, yeah
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| Refreshing for me, yeah
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| Well, once upon a time, that’s where the plot begins
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| And right after the end, well, that’s where the plot thins, and
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| I’ve got no angel to keep me in line
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| So I’m taking your narrative, and I’m making it mine
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| 'Cause I’m all out of hurt, you’ve used up all I’ve got
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| So I’m chopping you up and still coming up squat
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| If I wanted to bleed, I’d just roll up my sleeve
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| And saw and saw and saw
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| And saw and saw and saw
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| And saw and saw and saw
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| Oh yeah
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| This’ll be ooh, this’ll be aah
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| This’ll be absolutely whee
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| This’ll be nice, this’ll be neat
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| And bring you closer to me
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| So don’t you squirm, don’t you fret
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| I’m not gonna hurt you
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| No, no, no, not yet
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| I just feel the need to be getting
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| A little of you, a lot of blood-letting
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| I know the sensation you’re probably dreading
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| But there’s one thing you’re forgetting
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| There’s nothing like the thrill of a shredding
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| And this is no orthodox beheading
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| And cutting you up
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| Cutting you up
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| Cutting you up is gonna be so refreshing for me
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| Refreshing for me, yeah
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| Refreshing for me
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| Ooh, ooh |